Time Tracing.
Taken thoughts through broken seconds.
Once again,
this enclave,
this oasis
holds shadows of shattered city folk
who repose in yellowing leaves
and heavy air.
A manufactured spirit roars outside this fundamental square;
a pulsating rolling mechanical moment
that turns tears to poison.
Down the road ancient gods bleed in forgotten palaces
where only the old worship now.
Youth sees hate;
Youth sees lies;
Youth sees life;
Outside the
burning heart.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Time Tracing.
Taken thoughts through broken seconds.
Once again,
this enclave,
this oasis
holds shadows of shattered city folk
who repose in yellowing leaves
and heavy air.
A manufactured spirit roars outside this fundamental square;
a pulsating rolling mechanical moment
that turns tears to poison.
Down the road ancient gods bleed in forgotten palaces
where only the old worship now.
Youth sees hate;
Youth sees lies;
Youth sees life;
Outside the
burning heart.
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